Myachka was the town that my paternal grandparents, my father, and his two sisters came from. They were not Holocaust survivors. My grandparents had the wit to get out of Myachka, and Russia, during the Russian Civil War of 1918-1922. By the time World War II started they had been safely in Chicago for nearly 20 years. My relatives — on both sides — who remained in Europe weren’t so lucky. After the war started, we never heard from them again.